Yes. The motivation for this post….the actual happening of this screaming “Why can’t you hear me?” was when my spouse was in a paralytic induced coma, on life support, after his 6 minute cardiac arrest. I was screaming in my head because propriety told me, forced me to as I knew I could not stand in the CICU and scream it at him. Happily, we are still together….five years since this horror…and he is 100% himself. Thankful for every day.

I love the painting you chose to go with your poem. It is such a good illustration of the frustration of trying to speak but not being able to get it out! Nightmare screams in daylight hours says it all. Very nice write Lillian.

Not sure if you picked the image first and then wrote about it or wrote first and then picked the image, but no matter, they go so well together!!! How true: Nightmare screams in daylight hours.. Reminds me of some days during work 🙂 Well done!

Glad you enjoyed, Adda. Actually, I wrote the poem first — remember standing in CICU almost 5 years ago with George on life support, in an induced paralytic coma and wanting to scream at him, CAN YOU HEAR ME???? ARE YOU IN THERE???? I KNOW YOU”RE IN THERE!!! but propriety telling me I could not do that in a hospital. Then edited the post to be more generic…and then thought of the painting (which I’ve always been fascinated with!).